Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.